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The night was as cold as water, and under the moonlight, a small boat was floating on the surface of the water.

"Young Master, I heard that after we cross this river, we will reach the Mo City."

Qing Yao walked out, and looked at the moonlight shining on the water surface, and laughed.

"Oh?"

Moments later, Feng Ling Jue opened the curtain and walked out, bending down to stand at the bow without saying a word.

"Gongzi, who exactly is the little gongzi that you're looking for?"

Qing Yao sat down and chomped on an apple that was sizzling with water.

"Old friend."

Feng Ling Jue said with a smile.

"Old friend? "How do you know him?"

Qing Yao asked excitedly.

"How?"

Feng Ling Jue rubbed his chin as he gazed into the distance, as if he was deep in thought.

30,000 years ago

Mount Kunlun

"I'm hungry!" I'm starving to death! "

Feng Ling Jue laid paralyzed on the bed, shouting with all his might.

Shen Qingchen who had just returned opened the door, and coldly glared at him. "What are you arguing about?"

"I'm starving!"

Feng Ling Jue emphasized it again.

"Didn't Dai Ze already send you food at noon?"

Shen Qingchen leisurely walked in, and didn't even bother to glance at Feng Ling Jue who was lying on the bed.

Half a month ago, Feng Lingju broke his leg, and from then on, he was the only one to die on Feng Lingju's bed. Not only did he occupy his bed, he was yelling every single day.

"I'm a sick and injured person, so I need some nutrition. Can't you be a bit more considerate?"

Although Feng Lingjue's mouth was complaining, he was secretly laughing, and it was rare to see Shen Qingchen being played around like this.

Shen Qingchen sat down in front of Feng Ling Jue and started to read, completely ignoring Feng Ling Jue.

Junior brother is crippled on the bed and is about to starve to death. This Eldest Brother still has the mood to read books? "Tsk tsk."

What he said was a voice filled with tears, and moved one's heart. If there was anyone else present, they would definitely be deceived by Feng Ling Jue's acting skills without hesitation, and then run over to criticize Shen Qingchen.

Finally unable to endure anymore, Shen Qingchen took a deep breath, put down the book in his hands and walked out.

"Are you angry? "Hey hey hey, I'm just joking. Why are you leaving?"

Feng Ling Jue panicked, but Shen Qingchen did not stop.

After Shen Qingchen left, Feng Ling Jue got off the bed, and stretched his body. "Damn it, the joke is too big."

It was just that he felt that it was very rare for Shen Qingchen to have a chance to take care of him, so he intentionally played a joke on Shen Qingchen. He was just too happy, so he accidentally pretended to be happy for half a month.

Just as Feng Ling Jue was thinking that he went too far, the sound of footsteps came from not too far away, Feng Ling Jue hurriedly returned to his bed.

After a while, Shen Qingchen pushed the door and entered. This time was different, he even brought a bowl of porridge.

"Can we be quiet now?"

Shen Qingchen placed the plain porridge on the bedside and then walked over to the table.

Feng Ling Jue hurriedly called out to him, "Don't leave yet."

Shen Qingchen stopped and turned back, "What else do you want?"

"Have you forgotten something?"

Feng Ling Jue said in a serious tone.

"What?"

Shen Qingchen didn't react at all, and was stunned.

"Hey, hey!"

Feng Ling Jue swept a glance at the white porridge and said while smiling.

Hearing this, Shen Qingchen's face turned green, and he coldly said, "Scram."

With that, he returned to his seat and continued reading.

Feng Ling Jue laughed, and after teasing Shen Qingchen, he picked up the congee himself and started to eat.

"When are we going down the mountain to play!?"

Seeing Shen Qingchen reading so earnestly, Feng Ling Jue asked while smiling.

"…"

Shen Qingchen did not reply. She quietly read as if she did not hear Feng Ling Jue's words.

Feng Ling Jue immediately felt displeased, and coughed dryly, "How about this, a competition between the Houtian disciples. If I win, you will accompany me down the mountain to play, how about that?"

Shen Qingchen smiled faintly, but didn't raise the corner of his eyes, treating it as if Feng Lingju was joking, "Since you have such ambition, then let's do it this way."

One had to know that up till now, Feng Lingjue could not even use a single immortal technique, let alone the fact that he had a broken leg.

Based on his appearance, it was questionable whether he would be able to participate or not.

"You said it!" "You are not allowed to go back on your words!"

Hearing that, Feng Ling Jue pulled off the blanket, stood up from the bed, and stood on the floor while pointing at Shen Qingchen with his hands on his waist.

Shen Qingchen glanced at the lively Feng Lingjue, his expression slowly turning gloomy and his temples suddenly jumped all over the place, "Feng Lingjue!"

Feng Lingju lowered his head to look at himself. When he finally reacted, the corner of his mouth twitched. "Crap, I'm too conceited …"

Match Day

This competition was only to allow the new disciples to compete in the next two years, so those with more experience like Shen Qingchen did not need to participate.

"Cough cough, Shen Qingchen, don't forget what you promised me."

Feng Ling Jue walked to the side of Shen Qingchen, who was standing upright, and said while beaming.

Shen Qingchen glanced at him but did not reply.

Feng Ling Jue's first opponent was Dai Ze.

"Let me tell you, Feng Ling Jue, I won't show you any mercy just because you've recovered. Don't cry if you lose."

Dai Ze laughed with his hands on his hips.

"…"

The corner of Feng Ling Jue's mouth twitched, and then he smiled, "Return the original words!"

In the end, Dai Ze suffered a crushing defeat under Feng Ling Jue Sword.

"Feng Lingjue, you bastard, you really do not show mercy!"

Dai Ze scolded while wiping away his tears.

"Didn't you say not to cry if you lose?"

Feng Lingju smiled in schadenfreude.

"Scram!" To think that I would send you food so often, without showing any mercy at all! "

Dai Ze angrily flicked his sleeves and left.

"Remember to diligently train in martial arts!"

Feng Ling Jue did not forget to make another cut as well. As Dai Ze walked, his footsteps suddenly stopped when he heard these words. He felt as if he had been shot twice in the knee.

In the following matches, there were no doubts at all. It was all because of Feng Lingju's victory, to the point where the other party had no way to resist at all.

"Is only Sword Arts good?"

Shen Qingchen couldn't help but stroke his forehead.

After winning the last match, the term "Grand Slam" was well-deserved. He eagerly ran in front of Shen Qingchen, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of white teeth. Did I win? "

He won with no pressure at all.

Shen Qingchen said helplessly, "I saw it."

Feng Lingju stared at Shen Qingchen, and said seriously, "Then are we going to fulfill your promise?"

Shen Qingchen's face turned green as he gritted his teeth.

"Do you want to go back on your word?"

Feng Lingjue wore a straight face.

"Got it, I will tell Sect Leader."

After a long while, Shen Qingchen finally relaxed and casually replied.

Feng Ling Jue was overjoyed.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]